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Charming, Sauron. Mistoffeelaces, as Xoc says, sorry you have to put up with that shit.
ANYhoo... I think I have a slightly different perspective than many of you folk enduring the WC. In the U.S., as most of us don't pay much attention to soccer, I hardly even know the World Cup existed. The only times it's ever registered, prior to moving to the U.K., is the first time I went to Europe in 1990 and it was going on, and when the World Cup was in the states in 1994. But even then I didn't learn about the WC from the news or anything - a friend of mine was working as a waitress at a cafe in downtown Chicago and I remember her telling me about all the foreigners coming in because of the World Cup.
So I've kind of experienced this world cup with an anthropological fascination, something along the lines of "Wow! People really get into it, don't they?" And working at a language school with a variety of international students (a sizeable proportion of them Brazilian), everybody at work has gone mental over football as well!
So, to me, it has been kind of nice, watching my students get so excited over the country's team, and lots of my colleagues are super into it as well.. The fanfare, the international flavor, yadadya... I've gone out and watched a few games with friends from work. But every time I'm out at an evening match I think "I'm missing Big Brother for this?"
And now I feel like I did when I watched Brazil's first game. At the beginning I was excited. I thought "maybe I'll learn something new! Maybe I'll like it!" By the end of the first half, I was bored and looking at the clock. I've had enough now, I think. Does it end soon? No wait, scratch that... does it end, EVER? |
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